It can’t be Sunday night already! I didn’t get to write enough! No, twelve pages is not enough. If it’s not done, it’s not enough.
My short story is 67 pages. There’s something wrong with that picture.
I can’t help it. It’s turning out to be a very busy five days for the Alexander family. I’ll try to cut it some later, but I don’t really see it happening. I think it’s a novella, and I didn’t know it.
The clock is ticking. I’m going back to writing.